Konstantin Paustovsky wrote his main tales at the end of the war and in the first post-war years - hence their piercing quality. In these tales, everything is simple, everyday, with almost no miracles. Here, nature is endowed with magical power: a sparrow, a frog, a horse, frosts, rains. The magical power intrudes into people's lives and depending on the deed, it helps or punishes. Lights and shadows flash swiftly and easily, one picture replaces another. "Writing a fairy tale is as difficult as conveying the faint smell of grass in words," admitted K. Paustovsky. You write a fairy tale almost without breathing - so as not to blow away the finest pollen that covers it..." The feeling that someone is also illustrating Konstantin Paustovsky without "breathing" was shown by Gennady Epishin. How else to explain this absolute fusion of word and drawing? One cannot tear one's eyes away. And the heart aches.